May Power Flowers

[update: May 17, 2006]

I have been a little behind in writing my updates…...A lot has happened in the last few weeks, the time since Ironman Arizona seems to have flown by and I am leaving for Baja 70.3 tomorrow already. It took me quite a while to get my legs back after Arizona. I think the fact that I got so dehydrated out there prolonged my recovery. It was a strange cycle. After doing practically zippo for a week following AZ, a week and a half after I actually felt great and jumped in a few workouts that may have come a little too soon. I noticed that I was bonking in all my workouts, even when I wasn’t going very hard- my reserves had been totally tapped out. At three weeks I still felt a little flat and tired, finally by the fourth week my body started coming around. It can be a frustrating process as I am used to feeling good but I had to keep telling myself relax, that things would come around again. I am back to full speed again and excited for the race in Baja- by the pictures and maps it will be epic! I am al so looking forward to some surfing after the race.

The last few weeks have been jam packed with training, fun events and a few races here and there….I was fortunate to be a part of two group rides and have enjoyed riding in the beautiful rolling Texas countryside. Several weeks ago a group of my friends and I assembled a plan to drop off cars on Friday in Fredericksburg and ride out the 90 miles one way the next day. The road to Fredericksburg is beeyootiful and we had a great group assembled now known as "Team Fburg". We had rented a hotel room for one hour :) and 23 of us took 3 minutes showers….onto lunch at a Brewery in town for some much needed grub after such a long ride! Next stop- a vineyard where we all did a little wine tasting and drinking. Very nice to get into a car and make the trip home…...Last weekend was very much the same way although Team Fburg wasn’t quite as blessed with blue skies for the Shiner ride this time. The ride was scheduled to leave from the Metroplex here in town at 7am…...at 2:30 I awoke to the sounds of crashing thunder and pouring rain! It was very much the same at ride start time but I was amazed to see the parking lot for the ride venue jam packed with cars. Such hardcore riders! The Shiner ride began with ominous bolts of lightening and thunder crashes in the sky overhead. The first three hours I road with good friend Ashton and Ryan, we were soaked to the bone but still smiling. How you could you not smile riding through the daisy spotted countryside with farm life all around. We even passed 4 miniature asses! who seemed well, very busy…..busily standing there doing nothing at all. The sun began to peak out of the clouds in the last 20 miles and I finally was warm for the first time all day long. My friend Joe had installed a behind- the- bike-seat stereo wrapped in Saran wrap that somehow made it through the ride despite the water pocket gurgling underneath it…..we cruised in with tunes blasting, uhh, wineing, all around us. I ended the ride with a 30 minute run off the bike and into the now hot! sun….perrfect.

Later that night a group of us went out to a bar here in Austin called "6" after Lance’s 6 Tour wins at the time. Lance himself was sitting at a table, he had been rumored to be riding Shiner that day as well but was a no show. I had the pleasure of meeting him and when asking him where he was on the ride he answered, "My days of riding in the rain are over". Can you blame the guy??

Last weekend was the Rookie Triathlon! put on by Jack and Adam’s bike shop….we tore it up out there as a team and it was a blast seeing everyone and eating burgers after the race. It was especially awesome to see Paul rock in his first tri ever, hence joining the "tri geeks in spandex club". I believe he has since been bitten with a tiny tri bug and has signed up for the Cap Tex sprint tri…...Also incredible to see young studettes and training partners (who beat me up hills forwards and backwards!) Amanda and Taylor Russel. Remember these names people, they are the future of our sport….and they are way cool on top of being so fast. Check out the results: www.jackandadams.com

I decided to make it a double speed workout weekend and to also race the Daisy 5k on Sunday for mom. It was a special women’s start only race with the men starting 4 minutes behind us with an attempt to make it a race for the finish- yeah right! The winner was awarded $250 and everyone received a daisy at the finish given by a man errr wom-MAN in a lovely poka dot dress! I told my mom I will be buying her a plane ticket with the money I won to come visit me for a girls weekend in Austin. She is so far away in Maryland. Results are here.

Onto Baja 70.3! I’ll send an update with some pictures from the race, thanks for reading and happy training to you all.
-Desirée

IM Arizona Race Report

[update: April 17, 2006]

"Winners are not those who never fail, but those who never quit” 
 
I learned the true meaning of these words during Ironman Arizona last Sunday. There were 26 foam cardboard mile markers lining the marathon run course, neatly mounted into the ground with thin metal stakes. Beneath each number a small motivational quote was written, small enough that you had to really focus in to read each one. This one came at just the right time and place…..
 
The day began with the beeping of a 3:50am alarm, I awoke with a sense of quiet excitement and felt relieved that the time had finally arrived to compete. With so much going on leading up to the race, I was relieved just to be able to finally get out there and enjoy the work to be done. After a quick breakfast of raisin toast, peanut butter, honey, coffee and Recover Ease. I adorned the clothing I had laid out the night before and was out the door loading up the car. Once all the gear was in, with several quick checks to ensure I hadn’t forgotten any precious items, my mom, Paul and I set off towards the race site. My mom had printed up shirts saying "Fly Des Fly " for she and my Dad, I would be happy to see that shirt many times throughout the upcoming day. I had been listening to the Phoenix station "Energy" in the days previous this morning, they pulled through with INXS and my mom joined in with improv of her own motivating version. Transition set up went smoothly, I am always happy to be finished with the sometimes stressful race morning tire pumpage, traumatized by past episodes of tire explosion. With Zipp wheels hard and ready and the Guru Crono loaded down with tons of liquid, Nuun for the hot day, etc, I set out to the edge of the water for preparations for wetsuit fitting. This year I am racing in a new Blue Seventy Helix, which feels sleek and fast in the in the water. I got the wetsuit on and had some body glide smeared on my neck….there was no turning back now! I had a few moments to bid farewell to Paul and my dad, as Paul Huddle corralled us into the starting area. One of the best advantages to racing as a pro is that we can start 15 minutes before the rest of the field in an Ironman race. Gone are the age group days of thousands of bodies thrashing against mine…or so I thought. 
 
Black Eyed Peas "Let’s Get it Started" began blasting over the sound system, the lyrics bounced off the water, 30 second to start…..I could feel my heart pumping hard in my chest. I took a few deep breaths, pedaling like a frantic puppy in the water, "5-4-3-2-baam!" the canon went off and I took several strokes directly on the heels of Andrea Fisher. My plan was to go out at a fast pace and then settle into a pack, on the feet of whoever I could stay with. Suddenly, I felt two strong "whacks" against the center of my forehead and then the sensation of a strong hand gripping my shoulder and pulling me down in the water, hard. I had suddenly become a part of someone else’s swim stroke! I felt myself being pulled under water and all I could think about was how much I wanted to reprimand whoever this monster was. Coming up for air I was so frustrated to see not only my dunkee but his compadres sail by as I bobbed and gasped. I got back to the swimming but with less conviction and more hesitation than before….I finally settled into a comfortable pace but to my dismay could tell I had lost major time, time that I was only going to get back with a jetski…... a few minutes went by and I could tell I was losing more and more ground as throngs of swimmers seemed to be going by. Nevertheless I settled onto the heels of a perfect kicker, not too much splash but not too little and stayed there for quite a while. I started feeling really good again and pulled up next to my silent companion, we swam side by side together until the turn around buoy in what almost felt like a romantic interlude. It is only so often you are breathing that close to someone else’s face! Side by side we swam through the murky water, around the turn buoy and back onto the other side of the rectangle. As time went by I was feeling stronger and stronger but I could see the splashes of where I knew I should be and they was way, way up the hydrotrail. Trying to regain a positive frame of mind I focused on swimming in a straight line, which was much easier now that we were out of the sun-stream, and swimming next to my companion. It seemed that when swimming next to each other we fed into each other’s energy, picking up the pace of the entire mini-team trailing on our toes behind us. I began to see the line of red buoys which I new dictated the finish. We swam under several tall bridges and I enjoyed the feeling of the shade there as the water temperature was now feeling quite warm in my Helix suit. Under the last bridge I heard several broken but familiar voice tones, "Go" swim, breathe "iree!", "Go" swim breathe "iree!". I could hear Ma Ficker yelling at me from the bridge! 
 
I rounded the last red buoys, made a sharp 90 degree turn and headed for the exit stairs. At this point I could not wait to get onto my bike…..There is always a moment of vulnerability when leaving the water. I usually experience a limp body sensation as my legs prepare themselves to be called upon for duty. As if I were a goldfish flipping itself out of its bowl I landed limply on the steps, thankful for the good strong yanks by the sturdy arms of the "swim stair volunteers". Back on my feet I bid a silent "thank you" and began the trek down the carpeted runway, into the waving hands of the "Wetsuit Strippers". I love this time that we share together, the strippers and I, with the suit off I could run free and I made it safely to the change tent. Such royal treatment! Through the tent, bag open, Rudy aero helmet on, this time the "Bike Rack Volunteers" were at my service and standing with my bike…..out of transition I spotted Paul and he yelled…."4 minutes down off Michellie!". I had some work to do. 
 
Due to my high sweat rate and previous difficulty in hot races, I had loaded up my Bento box with a trusty M and M’s canister topped full of Endurolytes. Once out onto the bike course, with a few good miles under my belt already, I looked down for the little blue canister. To my dismay it had vanished! This would be one moment in time that over the last week I have lost sleep over. At the time the "I’m invincible and dumb" attitude crept in and I decided I would be just fine without my salts until the bike to run tent. In my dormant state I realize how foolish this all was but at the time I got too carried away. I was feeling strong and fluid on my bike, plowing slowly through the women’s field and picking off the girls one by one. I was really enjoying myself out there, enjoying the wind, the tailwind, the cacti, the age groupers out on the course, etc. I was feeling strong and confident until mmm, say around mile 90 or so. Suddenly it was as if I had jumped the slow train….I was looking down, more and more concerned with the whiteness covering the my top and legs. I began feeling extreme nausea, until dry heaves began and I was turning into a miserable version of my previous self. Several of the women I had passed were coming back to me and passing me with ease, age group men were coming by me at increasing speeds. It was as if someone had hit the FF button everyone but me, I was left there in SLOWMO. My wonderful longtime racing companion Dave Dorneas came by me with about 10 miles to go and yelled out to me "You can tear it up all over this run course Des!!" . Those words cut into my fog and I felt a glimmer of hope again. He was right, despite the way I was feeling now, I could still possibly turn things around on the run. I tried as hard I could to stay close to Dave in those last few miles, thank goodness for Dave! Making it into transition I was worried. I felt wobbly and nauseas and very nervous about running a marathon in the heat that was going on out there. Once in the tent I headed straight for the M and M’s salt, 5 down the hatch and onto the business of putting on the Asics shoes, visor, etc….. 
 
The crowds were yelling tremendous cheers as I left transition and I could hear the voice of the Ironman, Mile Riley yelling for me over the loudspeaker out of transition. I ran by Carri and Tony, they both looked so positive and hopeful, I just had to believe I could turn this day around…..Churning through the first few miles, I could feel the salt working into my veins. I began to feel strong and fluid once again. Miraculous! I began picking up the age group men and pro women who had passed me in my state of biking duress. How fabulous it was to be feeling alive again! I gradually started moving up in the women’s field. I was seventh place off the bike and within 10 miles had moved into second. Many people were struggling with the heat, as the temps soared into the 90’s and there was no shade on the three loop course. The miles seemed to be ticking by and I was blowing through the aid stations, again in wise retrospect…..too fast. Looking back I wish I had been more patient and taken my time moving up instead of blowing out the first few miles as if I was in a 10k. Live and learn…..In second place with Heather Gollnick following closely behind, I began to loose a little of the energy I had…..unsure of the miles left and more aware of the way my body was feeling, A few more miles went by and Heather slowly began to creep back onto my tail. I could see her back in sight again on the turns and I new I was in danger of losing my second place gain. I loved the run course in that the three loop circuit enabled the support of onlookers to wash over our weary bodies. However this time, with one full lap to go, Heather came on strong and passed me back with a vengeance. The cameras were right there to catch the move and I tried my best to stick with her surge…..to no avail. 
 
I knew I had gone into caloric deficit and needed to refuel. I began grabbing oranges, gatorade and coke, taking in whatever I could to try and regain some strength. My legs were going back into shuffle mode again…..how maddening! I began imagining losing not only the third place I now had but the entire finish, I was feeling that downtrodden. I passes my parents, passed Tony and Carri, I could see the worry in their faces and I wanted so badly to show them I would not fail. My friend Todd passed me, "Fight through it! " He yelled. I didn’t have a fight to give. Tim Deboom passed me, almost into his finish, "Quick feet Des, quick feet". I wished I could find those. The miles wore on, slower now than before and Hilary Biscay passed me with about 10 miles left in the marathon. I was feeling so low. I could see her little pink skirt swooshing up the hill and I willed my legs to move, to lift, to do anything but the pathetic shuffle they were committing to in that moment. It was at this very moment I spotted the sign, I have to admit I was thinking about bagging the day, calling it quits. "Winners are not those who never fail, but those who never quit”. There it was, a simple rapid flash of white foam cardboard and printed lettering. But the message could not have been more astute. The next aid station I told myself, walk it through, drink until you have more strength. Two cups of Gatorade, a few endurolytes down the hatch, one full cup of cola in the hand. I walked and drank, walked and drank. This drama was taking place on the largest uphill section of the loop. It was at this section I spotted Paul, who yelled out some appropriate butt kicking sayings… I attempted the running once again. It was as if the Bionic Woman had come to rescue me! I was running again, and running fast! Unbelievable! I passed an entire troop on that last hill many of whom offered cheers of support (thank you!), relieved to see my transformation and hopefully motivated by it themselves. Paul started yelling, "third place is yours, you can get it back!! Young -weh!!". I wanted it back…..bad. 
 
I had about 5 miles left to run at this point, I was running fast and thought I could catch Hillary, I was just worried there was not enough time. Miles clicked away once again and I could finally see the little pink skirt again, up ahead in the distance. I had visions of a dramatic finish, sprints to the line that you see in results so close it makes you cringe. I was within seconds of her now, one final turn, a little uphill and we were home free. Hillary must have heard the commotion behind….she spotted me as she turned up the hill and turned it on, pulling away. One last mistake, I grabbed drinks at mile 25, the drinks seemed to slow me, I had expended so much effort to catch her again I did not have very much left. She was pulling away, out of my grasp, way to go girl…..before I knew it, it was over, in a flash, Mike Riley was yelling my name and I could see the outreached hands of the crowd. Everything was looking so white and fuzzy, I could not wait to get to line and just stop. I crossed the line in 4th place…..I had done all I could do on that day.

Congrats to all those who toughed it out in that heat, especially to Michael for his big win, who so generously gave me helpful and thorough advice on my taper. Awesome job! I would like to thank all the wonderful people in my life and on my support team who have helped me get this far. Without the help of my friends, family and amazing sponsors I wouldn’t be in this incredible place in life. Tri Dubai, Guru, Asics, Zipp, Recover Ease, Rudy Project, Inside Out, Blue Seventy, Nuun, Jack and Adam’s (way to go guys!) I am forever thankful. You guys rock!! To all the people who cheered in the heat of Tempe and handed me countless amounts of sponges and water so generously, especially those kiddies out there, I am so thankful. I have a lot to improve on, I will not quit.

IM Arizona Race Week

[update: April 03, 2006]

The homestretch to Ironman Arizona has arrived. With all the training done, all I have to do now is pack, travel and hope that all the hard work will pay off in the race. My taper is going really well and I am already feeling ready and raring to go. The temperature forecasted for race day looks warm, mid 80’s, which will be prefect. I am really looking forward to getting out there and putting in a good day’s work. There are many other Austin peeps going out to race: Jack, Drew, Tommy, Tera, James, Andrea, Jamie, Chann and Todd. My mom, dad, Paul and Carri as well as the Tri Dubai crew will be there to support. I am also really looking forward to seeing my longtime Tempe friends/housemates "Iron B" , Tina and family.

We are going to have some FUN!

It was great see Lisa Bentley’s results on ironmanlive.com yesterday. She is all nails and guts on the run, I will be thinking about her as motivation on my run in Arizona.

I have several appearances race week in Tempe. I will be signing copies of my book, The Waterproof Triathlete and copies of the Guru ad as well. Please stop by and say hello!!

Here is a schedule of where I will be:

Thursday, April 6th

• 2:00-3:00 pm Recover Ease Booth, Tempe Beach Park
• 3:00-4:00 pm Inside Out Sports, Tempe Beach Park

Friday, April 7th

• 2:00-3:00 pm Recover Ease Booth, Tempe Beach Park
• 3:00-3:30 pm Ironman TV Q and A session w/ PNF, Expo Area
• 4:00-5:00 pm Inside Out Sports, Temp Beach Park